18 comments:

I am in love with that photograph. I think I'll just sit here and stare at it and listen to the music player for a while. Sometimes black and white is perfect to capture attitude. I never thought of lace as being the perfect use of empty space but I guess it really is! You are definitely on a creative roll. (clapping and happy that you're inspired.)

Pffffft, Scarlet, as you said yourself, we each bear our own gifts. I am no artist, nor am I a hawt Cuban woman. But I do manage to string together a poem here and there. I'm so glad you come and read them!

T, my friend! I do love to be The Story Lady, in my own oddball way. Someone said that God invented people because He loves stories.

Riot Kitty, the magic poem pixie comes to me in the night. My role is to serve her.

Mama Zen and Vicarious, I'm so glad you liked that bit. I was kinda pleased with myself for that. My 6th grade band teacher taught me that the silences (rests) are as important as the notes. A scant 41 years later, I used that idea here. Chop chop!

i hate it when some half excuse for a human complains coz u don't match up to some ideal they had in their head, then they blame you! in those situations i love to pull out this cracked mirror i keep in my clutch bag for these kind of situations - and hold it up to them, own it or disown it but i ain't wearing it! mwuahaha, as i slam not slip out the door and as some wood chippings fall away, maybe a tiny section of their mask does too. oOo see how u got me ranting! You know that kind of reaction can only mean this poem touched me ;) Kx

My new book !

Modesty spoken here.

kindred spirits

"I have been blessed with these two gorgeousWings and I refuse to load my heart with weights."

--Marina Tsvetaeva

“I'd rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.” ― Jack London, The Turtles of Tasman

"The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn't live boldly enough, that they didn't invest enough heart, didn't love enough. Nothing else really counts at all." — Ted Hughes

Poetry made from...

...trinkets, mojo, and double mocha latte!

Welcome to the Word Garden

The Word Garden consists of original poems written by me, Shay a.k.a. Fireblossom. Please stop a while and enjoy them. But don't pick the blooms that you find here, they must not be planted elsewhere without permission of the author.